This is, on the surface, a simple film of the filmmaker's sister showing a hand-puppet to her two young children. The total effect is one of humor, poignancy, visual beauty, and familial love. The hand-processing and the music from Bizet's opera, The Pearl Fishers, gives prosaic images a magical glow. And yet, the film is hardly sentimental. We are constantly reminded that this is "only a movie": Jacoby appears in the beginning, headphones on, microphone in hand, legs entangled in a hundred wires; we see the studio lights precariously standing between the debris of discarded toys in this makeshift "film set"; and throughout, Jacoby gently directs his nervous sister and her occasionally uncooperative acting brood.